 For a stranger in Brickton, it was obviously impossible for her to know that. So I pretended to fall into the trap, and that's all. Ah, you done it in great style, Nick boy. When you showed up on that roof with a tummy gun in your hands, you was old Sim Carter all over again. Ah, none of that fancy deduction stuff. No, sir, bullets and action. Nick, take Waldo McGlynn's word for it. You'll be a detective yet.